Title: Shatter Me with Hope.

Pairing: Luke/Wedge. Luke/?...Slash.

Rating: T, may later become an M.

Summary: Xanatos is transported through the Force into the future, feeling a bitter anger in his soul. Luke Skywalker thinks he can help him, but can he really?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or parts of the story. They belong to George Lucas, regardless of how much I'd like to own Luke Skywalker. Haha.

Author's Note: This came to me today, and I didn't even know how to put it through, but I'm gonna damn well try. I've lately come into this interest in Xanatos, Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan before Obi-Wan, but I didn't think I could stick to writing a chaptered fic that wasn't Luke/Wedge. So I've decided to throw in a little accidental time travel, and bada boom, this is the result! I'm putting this under the characters of Xanatos and Luke, purely because the story does mainly deal with Xanatos, though there is a large amount of attention paid to Luke as well. So kudos to anyone who actually managed to find this, I'm sorry I had to throw it in a character pairing that has NO other fics on the site!

Prologue

"Kenobi..."

The name went through his mind like a gust of wind, as he opened his eyes to see where he was. Xanatos was unsure of what had happened, why he was suddenly engulfed by an unnatural onslaught of the Force and knocked unconscious. The last thing he remembered were feelings of betrayal - not the same betrayal he had felt when his former master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had killed his father...but something entirely different. He had once felt Qui-Gon as a father as well, and tried to quash those feelings when he had ultimately turned to the dark side of the Force, but they seemed to be surfacing again. All because of one young boy.

"Kenobi..."

He had been replaced, and that hurt in a way he was unsure he could even feel anymore. Qui-Gon had severed their bond when he had chosen his father's place above his master's, many years ago, but that pained him just as much as the death of his father. It seemed that in the end, Qui-Gon hadn't really cared for him after all, and after he had felt like a son to the man! Then of course, he goes and picks a new padawan, a new son to care for...when Xanatos saw them together on Bandomeer, it nearly broke him, his anger radiating off of him in waves. He had barely had the chance to take action, though, before the Force intervened.

"Where...?"

Looking around, all he could see for miles was snow. It occurred to him in that moment how cold he actually was, wearing nothing but thin clothing beneath his dark robe. He had seen cold places like this on missions with Qui-Gon as a teenaged padawan, but it didn't make any sense - how had he been transported here from Bandomeer? The Force was certainly working in it's own way, and Xanatos wanted to figure out why, but the freezing wind that nipped at him had him thoroughly distracted. Picking himself up to stand, he attempted to look around better, but as before, all he saw was snow. Was this the Force's way of killing him, before Qui-Gon would have the chance? Thinking of his former master brought back his thoughts about the boy, the young padawan.

"Kenobi..."

Had the Force just transported him to another planet? Another dimension? Another time? He had absolutely no idea, and it seemed that there was nobody around to ask about it. He began to take steps, slowly and cautiously through the freezing white substance on the ground, feeling as if he were going to collapse at any moment. He was twenty-eight years old, and perfectly fit, but his body was certainly not used to trudging around in the snow. It wasn't long before his breaths became pants, and he felt himself falling forward into the snow, unable to move any longer. As consciousness slipped from him, his anger dissipated, but one thing remained on his mind.

"Kenobi..."

/

"Echo Base, this is Rogue Leader. I don't see anything out here yet."

Flying his X-wing fighter above the snow in his air patrol, first air patrol since the Rebel Alliance had decided to set up their base on this desolate freezing planet, Luke Skywalker scanned his horizons. This would be an activity that many would have to endure, in the air or on the land, to keep certain that there were no creatures or Imperials around to hinder their progress. It wasn't Luke's ideal day to spend hours flying over the snow, looking for lifeforms, when in fact he'd rather have remained in his shared room with his lover, making up for lost time. The Alliance had been busy with their changing of bases, and he barely got any alone time with the beloved anymore.

"Copy that, Rogue Leader. You can return to Echo Base now."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Luke flew high over an elevated mound of snow - nothing high enough to be considered a genuine mountain, though - and turned back in the direction of the base. In less than a standard hour, he would luckily get the chance to curl up in bed with his partner, warm up and talk about their dreams and expectations. That was one of his favourite activities - just talking about his dreams for the future. Luke had never imagined anything other than being a pilot, though, so it was difficult to think of being anything but. The blond pilot was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw a dark spot in the white snow below.

"Echo Base, this is Rogue Leader. I see something below me, certain it's a lifeform. I'm gonna check it out."

Swerving down in what could be considering a U-turn, Luke parked his fighter among a mound of snow, keeping the controls on in case he needed to make a quick getaway. As well, it wouldn't harm the X-wing to remain warmed up, out in the snow. Climbing out, Luke could see the lifeform better, and it was most definitely a human. He ran toward it as fast as his flight suit and many layers would allow, and dropped down beside the being. It took only a small bit of energy to turn the person over, and he could see that it was a man - young, but still older than him. There was no doubt that the man had been there a while, his Force signature even seemed frozen.

"Oh my..."

Luke's words trailed off, as he realized how strong a Force signature this man had. Even if he wasn't trained as the Jedi he someday hoped to become, he felt something from this man. The raven hair beneath the hook of his cloak had turned to ice, and the man's cheeks were redder than Luke had seen anything, besides blood. His body was stiff, and the blond was tempted to believe it was only the will of the Force that this man hadn't died. How had he even got out there in the first place? The young rebel pilot made to lift the man as carefully as he could, and carry him toward the X-wing, but nearly dropped him when the frozen lips actually parted and spoke.

"Kenobi..."